Binyang Hospital is located in a very good area in Binyang, with Bin River flowing in front, and from the upper floors of Binyang Hospital, one can see the entire scenery of Bin River. When nothing's pressing, strolling along the riverbanks is also a good choice.

Not far from Bin River is a famous antique market where the flow of people is significant every day. It's a fairly famous place in Binyang, and Ling Zhenfei, having nothing better to do, walked into the antique market.

Although called an antique market, the items sold there are mixed: antique jade items, cultural jade items, old books, and second-hand goods. You can find almost anything there.

Ling Zhenfei casually browsed around, hoping to perhaps find some great items.

There were both shops and small stalls here; the items in the shops were expensive but mostly genuine, while the goods at the stalls were cheaper but of mixed quality. If one wanted to find a hidden treasure, it depended on one's own skill.

He didn't wander far when he suddenly felt a flow of spiritual energy while passing in front of a small stall and, driven by curiosity, turned back to look at the seller's items.

The stall owner was around forty years old, not very old but with a small beard, lying on a lounge chair slowly fanning himself, seemingly oblivious to the passersby.

The stall mainly had antiques, but some items were artificially aged. Some items required a keen eye to distinguish the real from the fake. Ling Zhenfei's Divine Sense scanned the area and could basically tell which items were old and which were new.

Because of their age, older items would certainly retain some of the aura from that time. Spiritual energy is the best standard; in ancient times, spiritual energy was abundant, but in modern times, it's rare. Among the items here, those with more spiritual energy were antiques, while those with less might be later reproductions.

His gaze quickly became fixated on a metallic box. The box was about thirty to forty centimeters in length but only about three to five centimeters wide. It was covered in rust as though it was an antique, but a discerning eye could tell it was artificially aged. Curiously though, the inside of the box was filled with spiritual energy, and when he used his Perspective Eye, he surprisingly couldn't see what was inside it.

The fact that even the Perspective Eye couldn't penetrate it intrigued Ling Zhenfei even more.

"Boss, how much for this item?"

Ling Zhenfei pointed at the metal box and asked the middle-aged man on the lounge chair.

"Five thousand,"

the middle-aged man uttered without even lifting his head.

"What's inside it?"

"Don't know, look for yourself," the boss said lightly, seemingly almost asleep.

Gently, Ling Zhenfei opened the metal box. Lined inside the box was a white cloth, under which was row upon row of acupuncture needles.

Ling Zhenfei was of course very familiar with acupuncture needles. The quality of these needles was not bad, faintly circulating spiritual energy, making them an old item, but not from very long ago, and not worth much money. This discovery perplexed him even more, wondering how such ordinary items could possibly block his Perspective Eye.

Upon using the Perspective Eye again, he finally discovered the cause—it was the white cloth in the iron box. Although he didn't know what material the cloth was made of, anything that could block the Perspective Eye was definitely out of the ordinary.

"Boss, how much if we deal frankly?"

Even though he didn't know what the cloth was made of, Ling Zhenfei really wanted to buy it to study.

"Four thousand five hundred." Hearing Ling Zhenfei wanted to buy it, the boss finally showed a bit of spirit.

"Five hundred then," Zhenfei bargained.

"Brother, are you kidding? No way, at least four thousand."

"Eight hundred, I've offered quite a lot already."

"Brother, you don't haggle like that. I want four thousand, and you offer eight hundred. Let's make it three thousand five hundred and be friends."

"I can only give one thousand at most, otherwise I won't take it."

"Brother, you really know how to drive a hard bargain. Alright, since you really want it, let's be friends—fifty one thousand yuan for you."

Zhenfei didn't hesitate, took out one thousand yuan, and handed it to the shop owner, who then found a bag to pack the iron box for Zhenfei, handing it over as though he was handling a national treasure.

The shop owner must have been well aware that the goods were subpar. Earning from the one thousand yuan could be substantial, but little did he know that what Zhenfei was truly interested in was a piece of cloth inside.

Without haste, Zhenfei found a secluded spot and placed the item into the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow, which had a vast space inside and could serve as a free storage room. Most importantly, this storage could be carried along.

Not far ahead, he suddenly saw a crowd gathered at a door. Curious about what they were doing, he too walked over to have a look.

It was only when he got into the crowd that he realized they were gambling on stones.

It was a jade shop, not very large. The shop sold jade items and jade carvings, with a pile of raw jadeite stones placed at the entrance where a crowd was gambling on stones, cutting the stones on the spot, with some people buying them immediately.

Gambling here was about raw jadeite stones, seen as a sign of nobility and whose prices had soared in recent years. Though expensive, quality materials are hard to find, hence the emergence of this gambling industry.

The raw jadeite stone was covered with a layer of stone shell, also called 'auspicious cloud'. Until this layer is removed, no one knows whether there is jade inside, nor the quality of the jade, so purchasing stones totally relies on luck and judgment. The prices range from a few hundred yuan to tens of thousands, and because the risks are high, with stories of 'one cut poor, one cut rich,' it's very thrilling. Moreover, it's often said, gambling on stones is like gambling with life; some become rich overnight, while others go bankrupt with a single cut.

When Zhenfei squeezed in, many were gambling on stones, a large crowd was bustling over the pile, trying to find a stone that seemed to contain jade, but very few actually made a purchase.

Among them, one person looked particularly wealthy, sporting a big gold chain and a large gold watch, with a bald head shiny and bright, a big belly indicating he ate well, holding a small flashlight and shining it on one of the stones, though it was unclear what he could discern.

Each stone had a price tag, and Zhenfei noticed that the stone the Fatty was looking at was priced at twenty thousand yuan—no wonder they said 'one cut poor, one cut rich.' It truly wasn't cheap.

By now, Big Gold Chain had made up his mind, and he said to a person who looked like a secretary behind him, "This one, go swipe the card."

The person went inside the shop to swipe the card and pay. He soon came back holding a payment slip.

The shop owner was a middle-aged man with a mild demeanor and small, shrewd eyes typical of a businessman, evidently delighted to have sold a piece of jade.

He said to Big Gold Chain, "Master Guo, shall we cut it?"

"Cut it," said Big Gold Chain, his voice even trembling a bit. Even for a wealthy man, it was still twenty thousand yuan.

The shop owner motioned to an assistant who then lifted the stone and placed it on the cutting machine. The machine was turned on, whirring loudly, and the first cut along the edge revealed a hint of green, causing the surrounding crowd to erupt in excitement.

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